I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

I haven’t been to nowhere in a long time, a wondrous place is nowhere. Nothing to do, no one to talk to, just me. When you think about nothing, and believe in what you think, then you’ve arrived. Some say you always have to be somewhere, but they won’t believe you when you say nowhere, perhaps they have never been.

I like to go to nowhere. It’s a place to be, a place to be free. Everything comes together as it all speads apart in nowhere.

Hmm, I think I was in nowhere about a month ago. I was at a resort in Thailand, laying on an inflatable raft in a pool, and truly had nothing on my mind. It was nice.